Tag: flash fiction
miCRo: “Archival Landfill” by Michael Credico
He seems to come and go just for the coming and going of it, as if he were a cowboy. We didn’t raise a cowboy.
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miCRo: “Swamp” by Catherine Niu
Am I still the companion on your Southwest Airlines Companion Pass?
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miCRo: “Black Beauty” by Mandira Pattnaik
“Did she remember to unhook her bra, or would she have felt it was better having it stifle her?” In this week’s miCRo, Mandira Pattnaik’s cadence is arresting and immediate.
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miCRo: “New Normal” by Dinah Cox
Now, because he was lonely and the pandemic was supposed to be over, he walked five miles to the hardware store.
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miCRo: “Wool” by Carly Berwick
In this story, wool is both material and an absorbing emblem.
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miCRo: “When We Were Astronauts” by David DeGusta
David DeGusta foregrounds the mysticism of the personal against the era-defining scientific advancements of the moon landing, using a precisely-rendered long retrospective POV to take us to new and uncharted emotional territory.
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miCRo: “Playing Taps” by C.W. Bryan
Separated by walls and doors, the narrator of “Playing Taps” is still able to supply his mind with visual images of the neighbor he only hears.
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miCRo: “Curious and Entertaining Facts about Whales” by Daniel Uncapher
We can speculate about anything.
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miCRo: “The Maternal Instinct of Snakes” by Michelle Ross
In “The Maternal Instinct of Snakes,” Michelle Ross metes out just enough information, just in time, from an expertly chosen point-of-view, to complicate the reader’s allegiances.
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miCRo: “Motherlode” by Therese Gleason
Gleason invites us inside the psyche of a young speaker grappling with their father’s absence.
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miCRo: “Story of a Breath” by Ryan Griffith
Are the stories that we tell about objects, and the quests for those stories, more important than the objects, themselves? In “Story of a Breath” one object’s history is perfectly encapsulated—and forever inaccessible.
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miCRo: “Fried Rice” by Tina S. Zhu
Don’t let the ghosts take your names, Ba said over the hiss of the wok harmonizing with the ghosts. Don’t let them steal your spirits.
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